Fallen Angel Contest

A blood, red rose pressed against her pale skin A work of art, with a shattered heart She reeked of sweet sin Merely a sheep With eyes, a royal gold Though the risk was steep She was his to hold A mortal lover, by night A metal hook held her wings Before dawn she took flight By noon, she sings She always knew her fate But, wouldn't change a thing Except the morning she was late With a punctured left wing There would be no goodbye She was banished right away Expelled from the sky In debt, with Hell to pay So she stands alone and weeps With a rose from his grave Dreaming of her sheep Atop the bed she made